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letra de roll in peace (t-mix) - t-pain

[intro: t-pain]
(yeah, boop, yeah, boop)
if we gon’ be florida n-gg-s, let’s be florida these days, know what i’m talkin’ about?
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
we all roll together n-gg-

[chorus 1: t-pain]
you can’t k!ll me, n-gg-, i swear that i’ve been died before (b-tch)
god told me that i was gon’ be here back in ’94 (b-tch)
chevrolet got that motor (b-tch)
diamonds all on my molars (b-tch)
parkin’ lot, i lift the door up (b-tch)
got your b-tch snortin’ coca-cola (b-tch, b-tch, b-tch)
i can’t even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
i can’t even go to sleep (why?), your b-tch keep blowin’ me (yah)
i rep that sh-t from the eight-thousand-fifty down to the florida keys (yah)
set my n-gg- kodak free (why?), that ain’t where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
n-gg-s must wanna bleed (ooh), they don’t wanna play my beat (ooh)
n-gg-s ain’t rats where i’m from (why?) so they don’t f-ck with my cheese (nah)
every florida n-gg- comin’ up, that is that sh-t that i like to see (oh yeah)
every florida n-gg- sayin’ that they the only florida n-gg-
that sh-t don’t sound right to me (nah), my n-gg-s gon’ blast for me (yeah)

[verse 1: t-pain]
if you talk that blasphemy (yeah), blastin’ a f-ck n-gg- head off (woah)
that sh-t is a blast for me (yeah), so why you ain’t show me?
all the p-ssy n-gg-s talkin’ sh-t that don’t know me
before me and kodak roll through slowly
[?] at four in the morning (ooh)
i’m about to switch my hoe up (why?)
’cause everyone seem startin’ to throw up
gotta hit a lick, can’t mess up (why?)
i know she ’boutta run my check up (ohh)
i’m her baby papi (ohh)
i’m her baby daddy (ohh)
she in love with a florida n-gg-, she don’t wanna leave tallah-ssee

[chorus 2: t-pain]
you can’t k!ll me, n-gg-, i swear that i’ve been died before (b-tch)
god told me that i was gon’ be here back in ’94 (b-tch)
chevrolet got that motor (b-tch)
diamonds all on my molars (b-tch)
parkin’ lot, i lift the door up (b-tch)
got your b-tch snortin’ coca-cola (b-tch, b-tch, b-tch)
i can’t even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
i can’t even go to sleep (why?), your b-tch keep blowin’ me (yah)
i rep that sh-t from the 850 down to the florida keys (yah)
set my n-gg- kodak free (why?), that ain’t where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
n-gg-s must wanna bleed (ooh), they don’t wanna play my beat (ooh)
n-gg-s ain’t rats where i’m from (why?) so they don’t f-ck with my cheese (nah)
every florida n-gg- comin’ up, that is that sh-t that i like to see (oh yeah)
every florida n-gg- sayin’ that they the only florida n-gg-
that sh-t don’t sound right to me (nah), my n-gg-s gon’ blast for me (yeah)

[verse 2: travis scott]
yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me (yeah)
you my little tesla v (skrrt, skrrt)
spent that hunnid on jeans
that’s how much i believe
yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me (yeah)
you my little tesla v (skrr-)
yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me (yeah)
you my little tesla v (skrr-)
yeah, thought you gon’ ride for me (yeah)
you my little tesla v (skrrt skrrt)
spent that hunnid on jeans
that’s how much i believe
uh, every day halloween (alright)
but we don’t trick and treat (straight up)
count deads in my dreams (cash)
can’t even fall asleep (yah)
pop on ya, send the opps on ya
hollow clips in magazines
robocops on ya, rainin’ shots on ya
drop your top off with that bean
mix it one-handed, please (it’s lit)
mix it right, dirty tea
it’s only gonna bring me peace (straight up)
don’t leave my cup, that’s for me

[chorus 3: t-pain]
you can’t k!ll me, n-gg-, i swear that i’ve been died before (b-tch)
god told me that i was gon’ be here back in ’94 (b-tch)
chevrolet got that motor (b-tch)
diamonds all on my molars (b-tch)
parkin’ lot, i lift the door up (b-tch)
got your b-tch snortin’ coca-cola (b-tch, b-tch, b-tch)
i can’t even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
i can’t even go to sleep (why?), your b-tch keep blowin’ me (yah)
i rep that sh-t from the 850 down to the florida keys (yah)
set my n-gg- kodak free (why?), that ain’t where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
n-gg-s must wanna bleed (ooh), they don’t wanna play my beat (ooh)
n-gg-s ain’t rats where i’m from (why?) so they don’t f-ck with my cheese (nah)
every florida n-gg- comin’ up, that is that sh-t that i like to see (oh yeah)
every florida n-gg- sayin’ that they the only florida n-gg-
that sh-t don’t sound right to me (nah), my n-gg-s gon’ blast for me (yeah)

- t pain

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